Fatal Attraction
Disclaimer: If anybody asked me whether I would like to own Harry Potter a month ago, I would have answered 'yes' in a heartbeat. However, I read the Order of The Phoenix, and although that was a few weeks ago, I'm still numbed with sadness by the fact that Sirius Black died. Now, with that blemish on the otherwise perfect world of Harry Potter, I wouldn't touch the copyright with a ten-foot pole.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! Sorry I didn't update for so long, I wanted to take time off to plan the course of the story. I haven't actually done it yet, but I have a rough idea of what's gonna happen. I hate reading stories with 40+ or worse, 50+ chapters so I've decided to split this story up into sequels or something. Yeah. So this fic won't be longer than 40 chapters. Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to DRACO MALFOY! Yep. Draco all the way. Fans of the handsome blond Slytherin, feast your eyes! And don't forget to review!
Chapter 4: Meeting with the Dark Lord
"FINITE INCANTATEM!"
A jet of golden light shot out from the darkness, breaking the curse.
"PANSY! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!!"
Pansy whipped around and saw Draco running toward her, his wand held in front of him at arm's length.
"Draco!" She whimpered. "I.."
Draco ran over to Alyssa, who was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor.
"Go away, Pansy."
"Draco! Please...!" Pansy moved towards Draco, grabbing the sleeve of his robes. "I had to do it! It was for your own good!"
"GO AWAY!" He roared, shaking her off. If she stayed just a second longer, he wasn't sure whether he'd have enough self-control to overcome the overwhelming urge to strangle her.
Pansy gave a strangled sob, turned and ran away.
Draco crouched down beside Alyssa. Her face was deathly pale but she was breathing-short, shallow breaths-but breaths nonetheless.
He slowly gathered her limp body up into his shaking arms, lifting her up and kissing her softly on her forehead. Holding her close to him and inhaling the sweet lavender scent of her damp black hair, which was clinging to her pale face, he set off quickly for the common room.
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Draco nudged the door to Alyssa's room open with his foot and walked in, careful not to bump her head against the doorframe. Her room was bright and cheerful, with a furry white rug covering a big portion of the cold stone floor. Her bed, a four-poster with midnight blue covering (A/N: meaning bed sheets, pillows and the works) and gauzy pale blue hangings, sat against a wall beside a large window. The room was lit by numerous short, stubby candles floating around in star-shaped candleholders.
Draco set her down gently on the bed and drew the covers up to her chin, comparing the cheerful and warm room to his own dark one, which was completely black. He sank down into the armchair beside her bed, meaning to watch over her for the night but, exhausted by the day's activities, he drifted off to sleep.
*+*+*+*
He was standing in a forest clearing. The waning moon cast a cold blue light on the bushes and tall, gnarly trees around him. Draco blinked hard. It seemed so real yet, at the same time, unreal. (A/N: Lol. Sorry. Couldn't think of a better word. The Essay competition bled my vocabulary dry)
"Draco." A tall hooded figure emerged from the trees. Draco fell to his knees immediately, recognizing the cold, high voice.
"Master."
Lord Voldemort inclined his head. "Rise, Draco. I have called you here in your sleep because I have a task for you."
Draco rose slowly, keeping his head bowed.
"You have, I assume, met Miss Reyner?"
Draco's head snapped up, his heart thumping wildly. He was certain that his 'task' had something to do with Alyssa. He was just as certain that whatever plans the Dark Lord had concerning Alyssa, they were nothing good.
"Very good, Draco." There was a hint of amusement in Lord Voldemort's voice as he came to stand in front of Draco. Draco could feel his cold red eyes boring into him. Remembering his secret Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape, he forced his mind to become blank, meeting Lord Voldemort's bright red eyes with impassive gray ones.
Lord Voldemort resumed his pacing. "After a long discussion with Lucius, I have decided to name you, Draco Malfoy, as my heir."
"I am honored, my lord." Draco's expression remained impassive and emotionless.
"I have faith in you, my boy, and I trust you will not disappoint me." It was not simply a statement; it was a warning. Draco bowed his head. Lord Voldemort smiled tightly.
"After making that decision, the next most important thing was to ensure that you, in turn, have a befitting heir."
Draco kept his head bowed, waiting.
"Miss Reyner is descended from a long line of the most powerful witches and wizards the history of magic has ever known. Her child would have unimaginable powers. I trust you know what I want you to do." Lord Voldemort paused and fixed his eyes on Draco expectantly.
"Yes, My Lord." Draco fought to suppress the whirlwind of emotions ravaging his mind.
"Good. You may leave now." Lord Voldemort turned and waved his hand dismissively.
Draco stood up and turned to leave.
"Oh, and Draco..."
Draco stopped. "Yes, my Lord?"
"Don't fall in love with her."
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Draco woke with a start. He was still in Alyssa's room. The dream was real, he had no doubt about it. Lord Voldemort had called him away using such methods before. He turned to Alyssa. She was deep in slumber, breathing evenly. A strand of hair clung to her face. Before he realized what he was doing, Draco reached over and tucked it behind her ear tenderly.
Don't fall in love with her.
Lord Voldemort's words rang in his head. Draco had a sinking feeling it was already too late.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* A/N: Well?? How was it? Good? Bad? Too short? Please review and tell me!!!!
Disclaimer: If anybody asked me whether I would like to own Harry Potter a month ago, I would have answered 'yes' in a heartbeat. However, I read the Order of The Phoenix, and although that was a few weeks ago, I'm still numbed with sadness by the fact that Sirius Black died. Now, with that blemish on the otherwise perfect world of Harry Potter, I wouldn't touch the copyright with a ten-foot pole.
A/N: Thanks to all who reviewed! Sorry I didn't update for so long, I wanted to take time off to plan the course of the story. I haven't actually done it yet, but I have a rough idea of what's gonna happen. I hate reading stories with 40+ or worse, 50+ chapters so I've decided to split this story up into sequels or something. Yeah. So this fic won't be longer than 40 chapters. Anyway, this chapter is dedicated to DRACO MALFOY! Yep. Draco all the way. Fans of the handsome blond Slytherin, feast your eyes! And don't forget to review!
Chapter 4: Meeting with the Dark Lord
"FINITE INCANTATEM!"
A jet of golden light shot out from the darkness, breaking the curse.
"PANSY! WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING?!!"
Pansy whipped around and saw Draco running toward her, his wand held in front of him at arm's length.
"Draco!" She whimpered. "I.."
Draco ran over to Alyssa, who was lying in a crumpled heap on the floor.
"Go away, Pansy."
"Draco! Please...!" Pansy moved towards Draco, grabbing the sleeve of his robes. "I had to do it! It was for your own good!"
"GO AWAY!" He roared, shaking her off. If she stayed just a second longer, he wasn't sure whether he'd have enough self-control to overcome the overwhelming urge to strangle her.
Pansy gave a strangled sob, turned and ran away.
Draco crouched down beside Alyssa. Her face was deathly pale but she was breathing-short, shallow breaths-but breaths nonetheless.
He slowly gathered her limp body up into his shaking arms, lifting her up and kissing her softly on her forehead. Holding her close to him and inhaling the sweet lavender scent of her damp black hair, which was clinging to her pale face, he set off quickly for the common room.
*+*+*+*
Draco nudged the door to Alyssa's room open with his foot and walked in, careful not to bump her head against the doorframe. Her room was bright and cheerful, with a furry white rug covering a big portion of the cold stone floor. Her bed, a four-poster with midnight blue covering (A/N: meaning bed sheets, pillows and the works) and gauzy pale blue hangings, sat against a wall beside a large window. The room was lit by numerous short, stubby candles floating around in star-shaped candleholders.
Draco set her down gently on the bed and drew the covers up to her chin, comparing the cheerful and warm room to his own dark one, which was completely black. He sank down into the armchair beside her bed, meaning to watch over her for the night but, exhausted by the day's activities, he drifted off to sleep.
*+*+*+*
He was standing in a forest clearing. The waning moon cast a cold blue light on the bushes and tall, gnarly trees around him. Draco blinked hard. It seemed so real yet, at the same time, unreal. (A/N: Lol. Sorry. Couldn't think of a better word. The Essay competition bled my vocabulary dry)
"Draco." A tall hooded figure emerged from the trees. Draco fell to his knees immediately, recognizing the cold, high voice.
"Master."
Lord Voldemort inclined his head. "Rise, Draco. I have called you here in your sleep because I have a task for you."
Draco rose slowly, keeping his head bowed.
"You have, I assume, met Miss Reyner?"
Draco's head snapped up, his heart thumping wildly. He was certain that his 'task' had something to do with Alyssa. He was just as certain that whatever plans the Dark Lord had concerning Alyssa, they were nothing good.
"Very good, Draco." There was a hint of amusement in Lord Voldemort's voice as he came to stand in front of Draco. Draco could feel his cold red eyes boring into him. Remembering his secret Occlumency lessons with Professor Snape, he forced his mind to become blank, meeting Lord Voldemort's bright red eyes with impassive gray ones.
Lord Voldemort resumed his pacing. "After a long discussion with Lucius, I have decided to name you, Draco Malfoy, as my heir."
"I am honored, my lord." Draco's expression remained impassive and emotionless.
"I have faith in you, my boy, and I trust you will not disappoint me." It was not simply a statement; it was a warning. Draco bowed his head. Lord Voldemort smiled tightly.
"After making that decision, the next most important thing was to ensure that you, in turn, have a befitting heir."
Draco kept his head bowed, waiting.
"Miss Reyner is descended from a long line of the most powerful witches and wizards the history of magic has ever known. Her child would have unimaginable powers. I trust you know what I want you to do." Lord Voldemort paused and fixed his eyes on Draco expectantly.
"Yes, My Lord." Draco fought to suppress the whirlwind of emotions ravaging his mind.
"Good. You may leave now." Lord Voldemort turned and waved his hand dismissively.
Draco stood up and turned to leave.
"Oh, and Draco..."
Draco stopped. "Yes, my Lord?"
"Don't fall in love with her."
*+*+*+*+*+*
Draco woke with a start. He was still in Alyssa's room. The dream was real, he had no doubt about it. Lord Voldemort had called him away using such methods before. He turned to Alyssa. She was deep in slumber, breathing evenly. A strand of hair clung to her face. Before he realized what he was doing, Draco reached over and tucked it behind her ear tenderly.
Don't fall in love with her.
Lord Voldemort's words rang in his head. Draco had a sinking feeling it was already too late.
*+*+*+*+*+*+*+* A/N: Well?? How was it? Good? Bad? Too short? Please review and tell me!!!!